Steve - angry?

My dear hubby did some painting in David's room today. He is about 1/2 done. I thought to reward his hard work we'd take a ride with the kids to Pt. Pleasant. We'd grab dinner and let the kids hit the arcade and rides. On our trip down, Ava fell asleep and David was a sneak. He asked if he could have a fruit roll up that I had in the diaper bag and I told him yes, but to only eat the one. The rest were for later and some were for Ava. Before I could turn back around, he polished off 2 packs of fruit gushers and 1 fruit roll up. Steve and I were PISSED. Next, he began complaining of a belly ache. Hmmm, wonder why?

We got to the boardwalk and decided to eat at Jenk's. We went to the area in the back where you get waiter service and there was so much going on. There were tons of people and a band. Not to mention you could see the beach and ocean from our table. Ava was great. She sat in her highchair enjoying the people and food. David was BAD. So bad in fact, that we ate dinner (in misery) and drove home. There were no rides, no arcade, no ice cream. The ride home, as you can imagine sucked. He screamed and cried, so SHE screamed and cried. BUT, we HAD to do it. He will never learn if we keep rewarding his shitty behavior.

Needless to say we were pissed. Even Steve was angry.